E|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------|
B|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------|
D|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------|
A|--------------------------------4------2----------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------|
    C         D         E         B      A

Intro
C  D  E  D  C  B


Verse 1

E                                                     D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway

                                 C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.

                                                        B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split
somewhere back on Punt Road.

E                                    D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine

                                              C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.

                                             B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,

          A                    B
I use my legs to get to you on time.


Chorus

    A                          B                          C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,

               E           D           A
And I know the language is made out of

         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

          A    B    C                              A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,

E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.

E         D               E   D   C  B
Unable to explain how they


Verse 2

E                                        D                        
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,
                                     
                                    C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.

                                            B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,

                                     E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and

                                         D 
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness 

              C
and god awful sweat heat.

                                                 B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations,
So angry they forgot what they were angry about.

A                                   B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.

A                    B                    E              D           C
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight through the clouds 

     B
like this?

        A
And the cold bites my skin.

    B
And you bit my upper lip.


Chorus 2

    A                          B                          C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,

               E           D            A
And I know the language is made out of

         B                       C
One upmanship and slight of hand.

          A    B    C                              A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,

  E         D                A
Unable to explain how they made us.

  E         D             C
Unable to explain how they